First Times

In the summer of 1981 (damn, was it really that long ago?!), I was involved in a church youth group trip to Southern Cali from where I lived in Alaska. There was myself and 7 or 8 others, and one chaperon. We were part of a youth bell choir for our church, and we were headed to San Diego for a National Handbell Convention.

There were three boys in our group, and only two beds in the room we'd rented in the huge hotel complex where the event was taking place, so it was decided that the other two boys would each claim a bed and I would alternate between the beds each night. It was all good.

I don't remember much about the one guy, but the fellow who is important I remember well. I was aware that I was gay, and while very conflicted about it, I was still happy to be spending time with a boy who was as beautiful as Van. He was about medium height, very blond, outgoing and funny and played the piano like a genius. I had been secretly crushin' on him for a long time, and here was my chance to spend the night with him - whoohoo! lol

The first night I spent with him, I jacked him off. It was a big risk, of course - he could have objected and raised a big fuss and all that, but he didn't. When I cuddled up to his back and reached around and gripped him, he just sighed and turned on his back and let me do what I wanted. I remember being amazed by how his **** felt in my hand, and how natural it felt to be playing with a boy. The next night, I didn't have to snuggle up to him - when I slid into bed he was already hard and ready, so I jacked him again while he pretended to sleep.

That was the last night at the hotel for the convention, but we had decided as a group to go to Disneyland as long as we were in the area, so we all spent one night in a little hotel in San Diego before taking a train up to the LA area. I remember that hotel very well - the Friendship Inn. Our Chaperon went into the hotel office and rented a room - one room, mind you - and then we all piled into the room for the night. So there were 7 or 8 teens and one adult in a room with one full size bed, which meant we had to sleep on the floor, most of us. I carefully waited until Van laid out his sleeping bag and then put mine next to his.

That night, when I reached into his unzipped sleeping bag and laid my hand on Van's crotch, he reached down and shoved his underwear down and spread his legs. I was determined to raise the stakes a little. The room was very dark and everyone seemed to be sleeping, so I slowly moved the top of his sleeping bag down and then leaned over and licked his balls and up over his ****. I felt his whole body shiver, and his **** head left a little wet spot on my upper lip when it twitched up against my mouth. So I jacked and sucked him till he came, and then got myself off using his *** for lube.

The next day we took a train to Anaheim, and were arranged to stay with Van's relatives and spend the day in Disneyland. I learned a new definition of Hell that day - Disneyland on the fourth of July at 4pm. the temperature was 105 degrees, and for this kid from Alaska (where it never gets much warmer than 75 degrees in the summer) it was pretty grim. It was a huge relief when we got back to Uncle Carl and Aunt Penny's house.

That night, Van decided to sleep outside on the patio next to the swimming pool and I - of course - was not far behind. He was sleeping on a chaise, and I had my bag arranged on the ground next to him. As soon as the lights went out, I was up and reaching into his sleeping bag. His undies were straining to hold him in - he had a screaming erection. I started playing with him and he reached down and pulled his underwear off. Then he slid off his chaise onto the deck beside me (I scooted over for him) and laid himself out like a boy buffet. The thing I remember most about this was again, how incredibly good and natural it felt for me to have his **** in my mouth. I teased him a little at first, just taking a quick lick here and there, and I remember how he whispered "Please...don't tease me....just suck!"

Which I did. And for a long time. I didn't know much about boys or men back then, and I was half delirious with my first real taste of sex, so I barely noticed when he came the first time. I just kept right on going and so did he. I remember his hands on the back of my head and the strong thrusts from his crotch and the odd flavor in my mouth, but I was on a roll. He came a couple more times over the next hour or so. I tried at one point to put my finger in him and he seemed to like the idea, but I didn't know about lube so it didn't work very well. I had some vague idea about ******* him, but again didn't know enough to make it happen, so I ended up getting off by rubbing off on his crotch at the very end of the whole best experience of my very young existence up to that point.

We never did something like that again, though I had a near miss with his older brother. He eventually married a girl (i was crushed) and moved to Anchorage where he went to college. It was a very long time before I had another such encounter. I still feel a lot of fondness and warmth for him.

<p>That`s such a fantastic story - SO horny! I think it`s all the more exciting that it wasn`t reciprocated by him, somehow makes it even more of a turn-on! I had a few experiences at school, in a dorm of about 20 other boys - can`t believe we risked it now! Thanks for sharing. (tonight is the first time I`ve been on this site and am so glad I did, if only to read your story! )</P>

Waw the end was kind of sad him not being with you. But a lest you got lucky and did that to him. I admire and envy you. That guy kinda sound hot too but a little bit of a scum for leaving you and using you for plesur (If he loved you ok he's not that much of a scum but if he didn't then WHAT AN *******!)

Wow! That is a fantastic story. You rang more than a hand bell with him on this trip. It's too bad that his life had to change without you still in it. It happened to me too and I know to this day that my love for him will never cease. It's just gone into standby mode. Good luck in your future endeavors! Life can bring many surprises if you are open to them.

My current situation is, oddly enough, fairly pleasing. I have two friends that I think of as brothers, and no lover at all. I've been celibate for just about a year now, and it's going fairly well. Mind you, if an opportunity presents itself, I won't say no....but I'm in no hurry.

Amazing incident. I think many men would give their right arm to have been there. I never had the opportunity to have lived through such. As a teen, I would get hard just by looking a a cute boy. I did have some experiences; but nothing that compares to your story. Hope your present situation is as pleasing.

OMG! was this real? It was so passionate. I wish I, had been him. To think, of someone doing that to me in my sleep (yea! right), I would wake up in a heart beat for some passion like that! AMAZING! yOU GO MAN

What an erotic story. When I started first grade my cousin asked me to spent the night with him at our Grandmother's house out in the country, That night when we went to bed he pulled my underwear off and climbed on top of me. I was so naïve I didn't move. I just remember how wonderful it felt. We had sex with each other until we were in 7th grade. A girl had moved in next door to his house and he told me how he had felt her up. I was devastated. He soon moved away and we never were together again sexually. It's funny, but I guess I thought we'd be sexually involved forever.Please reply with authenticity, support, and respect

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